Trying to think

On this Sunday afternoon

While devouring my Pride and Prejudice

I heard a knock on the door

At the door I saw a big bouqet of my favourite flowers

But the face holding it was not familiar

When I asked him who he was

He looked at me strangely

Entered and moved about the house as if he knew it by-heart

I saw my parents fussing over him

My sister arguing with him with authority

He was not stranger to anyone else but me

Everyone could relate to him but me

Maybe that is the reason he is called my soul mate